| Gonna sit right here and sing myself a tune
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| That I wrote one afternoon
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| After everyone had gone
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| And I know that this won’t mean a lot to you
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| You’ve got better things to do
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| But for me I’ll just go on
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| Old dog is Iying in the middle of the road
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| He don’t do nothing 'cause he don’t want to
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| And I think I’m gonna like that hound
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| 'Cause the more he sits around
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| The less I want to do too
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| Gonna sit right here and watch the world roll by
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| Till we both just up and die
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| Watching clouds and eating flies
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| Don’t want to bother no one
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| Don’t want nothing here to change
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| A dusty road is all we’ve ever dreamed of
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| And I think I’m gonna love this life
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| Maybe someday take a wife
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| She can join us if she wants to
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| Ain’t nobody gonna tell what to do
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| If a car comes we just move
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| And we both move real smooth like
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| Old dog is moving must be something in the air
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| Some bitch is coming up the road now
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| And I think I’m gonna like that hound
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| 'Cause the more he gets around
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| The more I want to do too |